cotton buds

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I see the rain out of my window
I love the way each drop knows which peduncle it needs to go

I see the birds hover around
I see the sky enveloping life
I see a dholak in shahi’s hands
He beats on it his palm and a spoon
I see gangs of friends sitting in the ground
I can see them laugh
I can see them clap

And

Whom I am spilling over all my thoughts
Yes, of course I can see you
Only if, I could hear you too

Not just see your lips curling
But also ear the melody churning



I wish I could know the raindrops bump
I wish the birds would chirp to me
I wish I could jingle on shahi’s works
I wish I could devour my own chortle


I close my eyes
And its all ebon-i
I descry no nothing
I hearken no nothing
I scan no nothing
I espy no nothing


But I still feel powerful
There is something in me

Now what I had never given a thought
Makes me revise that the world can still be caught
There is no vision, there isn’t any sound
But I can smell the Buddha out of our bound


I can smell the dust of rain
I can inhale the avis’ feather
I can savor the leather off his instrument
The bouquet of laughter, the aroma of their claps

Now divinity decides to plug my olfactory
To make me odorless
But still let me gasp
To filch scent also off my soul
Let me in the cave of his mental doom


I am dumb, deaf and without my eyes
But I have fervor to live though
To go beyond my destiny and look at what I cannot see
Hear the pitch beyond my tympanum
And seize the stench of cosmogony



Because I can feel
I can feel the beads of drizzle down my vein
I can sense that creature take off my shoulder
I vibrate with the hollow inside
Knowing why I smile standing here


As if syringed and made numb
As if slapped bearing a broken thumb
As if nobody I am made to feel
Sorry, how can I
I no more feel
I no more exist to be

With eyes shut
And rotten ears
With rifled smell
And sudden knowledge of nowhere
With not any sense left to be disgusted

I am no less than honored and hailed
I am rewarded and more than avenged
I wear on my crown the diadem

I look inside
And its all bright
Run down the spine
And move across to a world third to mine
I realize my venture here
Eon of ignorance which I dwelled in
I regain all in a jiffy, in my own plane

Somebody I don’t know when, removed my COTTON BUDS
I open my eyes to look for him
Can now smell his escapade
And my skin attentive of each move

I am stolen
With all my senses gifted back
With all mirrors around my carcass
I have lost my nervous track

I see, hear, smell, feel, taste not what I once could without the legal
I have everything but the cotton buds

God, take back your gift
And return to me the cotton junk, which led me to much more than what I could ever gather and tuck.

Shringi

23 March 2006

hunt the cargo

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Least sound I can ear is of the smoke
It whistles
But why does it gawk
It dances
But why does it glare
changing expressions for what
Don’t know what next is it gonna dare

Huh
Its bifurcating now
To augment the direction of attacks
Or diminish the value of their benign stacks
It whistles now with a wink
It no more passes that thought so gawky glare
But it smiles with that sexus’ glint

So it has commenced its work
8 8 8 , triple eight and on
its engulfing rings
make that stature of innumerable sconce

busy submitting the treaties of hollow anatomy
acknowledging the presence of their musk enemy
they forgot where their cargoes were
in the fog
lost where in the unhealthy smog
where is the merchandise
in, on, at, upon or under the log

who in this asphalt will go
God whooooo
Who is going to hunt for the cargo?
Who is gonna jump and throw
Who with smolder is gonna play stapo

Cargo hunt this game is called
Simmering mirth expelled at their own fault
Now where is the gaiety, where is the gown
Where is the thumps up, where is the merry frown
Love ur wife, I don’t say no
But learn from today to love the clown also

Now go
Hunt the cargo
Oh dodgy hunter…go look where did ur belongings blow
In the snow
Or the fire flow
In ur hut
Or at the neighbour’s show

Those ringlets of harmless de mellows
Those pretty circulets of the pink pig’s tail
Those mundane buddies of aunt polly shallows
Those so fragile, dainty, velvet n frail

Those like puffs of daddy’s cigarette
Those like curtains of the puppy’s kennel
Those like eyelids of beautiful kate
Those like attentive aunts at funeral

Those crackles can ignite into a volcano
And make you bonds wonder where to go
Before taking refuge at MY stow

GO HUNT THE CARGO

Date:04 september 2005

Arms Stretched

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not all men stretch their arms to someday fly
some extend to collect the fall
and some so gay celebrate thees call

not all birds fly at even pace
some are swift
and the rest never race

yet my nude man celebrates
with arms stretched away from self
with body rushing to the arms stretched

he follows thee, following birds instead.

Shringi
12 Aug 07

Breathe Slow

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the sky's falling
breathe slow
with ashes and smoke
finally to meet the earth
it is breaking into frags
to its decision, now it goes

like snow it feels
like cotton rains
never to what it thought
to which it slowly sways
soft and shallow
the sky's falling
all of us breathe slow


Shringi
31 March 2008

why ever i chased the sun??

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It rolled faster, The faster i ran
Chasing the sun, beyond my sand
I jumped n dived to touch it now
The closer i went, the farther it got
Tired i settled on my patch of north
Closed my eyes
Juggled thoughts
Under that earth two suns I caught.

Shringi
29 december 2007

grape garland

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My glass of wine
Extracted off the garland of grapes
Dismantled its pearls on the floor
Just to suck the pulp of my desire at stakes

Step on the lace
To mash the lives it beholds
And then wear it around myself
To enjoy on my surface the drip drop of its pain

Green globules of starch n fat
Glassy summary of life and disdain
Entangled together to cry at a clap
A clasp of indexes to announce collapse

sorry
Didn’t know u arent ripe
Didn’t know u wont be able to make my drink that fine
I wouldn’t have squeaked u in the dusk
Would have heard your squeal
And respected ur spirit more than the surplus husk

I cant load myself with such a sin
How can I ever tread on my keeps soul
No I cant steal the hose of someones water dole
I cant add this immerit to my hole

The festoon I would willfully wear and not like to hear its screech
I would make my garland flourish and not deliver it as the dead’s wreath
Who am I to staple, who am I to preach
Who am I to bandage, who am I to ever provide a sheath
But as myself I wouldnt have ever smashed or nailed
As myself I wouldn’t have let u suffer
I wouldn’t have ever had u killed

My garland of grapes
My most prized possession
My mucous in the see through skin
My gel unfurnaced in the kiln

My garland of grapes
My beads ruined anoon
Destroyed before trying any of the shapes
Abashed on the undercover of a greedy spoon

My garland of grapes
the reflection of my infinite drapes
My garland of grapes
Whom my own Brahmin each day rapes


Date:2 september 2005

a junglee thought

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a junglee thought

a father looking for his son
a caravan colored in black on blue
a dash of wind with lil snow
a pink dress, too short i guess
a well laid bed with printed sheets
a mustard swirl with a golden cherry
a stick i see of something green
a gorgeous teak table with a pencil n me

a pencil, a me and a junglee thought

shringi

dreamt of you once again

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I sat on a couch
in pink and white lace
wore rosy highlights
stilettos under painted nails

and dreamt of you once again

you rung the bell and came inside
looked so vivid
so afresh, not mine
smiled and said hi
love me please I impatiently replied

you sat comfortably beside me
but never touched my hand
you looked at my hair
but never lifted a strand
“ you look so pretty gal,
but would have looked far better in red.”
I still blushed, my jingle, my friend

I love you I softly uttered
Although,
To hear it back
I knew I had to dream again altogether

June 4, 2006

book of wines

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There was nothing in the night
but a book of wines
and a few thirsty throats
a lot of colors
empty sculptures
and a note reading no more

there was a lot up there
to be held and snatched
a lot that built score
there was no climbing
no sweat or tears
but words, words of words, and a glamorous open door

that night
the book of wines fetched wines
and the grapes could make no pour
that night my words took me there
my actions dropped me to the floor
from where the emptiness of the sculptures echoed
the colors did nothing but spoke
I fell silent... when just again
...
I read the note, reading no more

Shringi
19th april 2009

mole accross

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Two spots
In and across me
Mole, mole
One is mine, one is me
Directions, leads
The black spots ruling me
I don’t know which one
Together or against are they working?
I am, was a slave
Of a dense beginning, of dense beginnings
I surrender
Can I dig out?
Will they let me prick?
What I inhale
It succumbs beneath
Ah! Focus
How I know
Some black dots are guiding me

Shringi
26 jan 2009

only the nest

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The girl next door
Would bang lest bored
She would then peep underneath
And listen me breath
I sleep that I ignore
Or wake, aren’t diseur

She sulks but holds
And knocks once more
Then goes gonzo
And now breaks through
Finds me giggling with others four
She still smiles and sits beside
Shakes my arm and mumps hi
I wear no blame and brazenly elide

She vowelled no ablaut
And meekly ogled
Waited so long, dig I plow wasup
Nawed and beamed thence
I allocate, you can say what you want

“ Oh nothing, only the nest
That broke in there
Where we first met
Remember we got two chirps together
One was me n u the other
I thought you would help me bind
But I guess you ply, never mind.”


Shringi
29 December 2006

His fire, my clay

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jumped in
when to fire sent
burnt though, alive erect.
torment drama
yet the precision
expressions bolt
my body at flames
the fire is his
mine the clay


Shringi
13 jan 2008

Me and the brat

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Me and the brat

Just when I looked out
Followed me a stupid brat
He said watcher and kept tapping my head
I didn’t ask back or even reply
I wished he weren’t well and never be

Can I tell you something?
No
dam… k
At least a hint can I say...
weird
k..

A little numb halt
He burst
Said
Follow your precision
You will find nothing at all
And when you return
You will be looking out from the next window
Finally till there will be no other lookout store

I kept looking out
Being followed by a crass
His carefree nudges and his tilted cap

Shringi
27 October 2007

happy birthday to you

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Can’t write a birthday song
But still wish the best for you
The way it feels
The ride smooth
It’s your birthday, and I am standing close to you

I think yes its today, that
The drive is to start or end
The excitement i feel is certainly drunk
On the day we would celebrate
On the night we would kiss
Kiss the 26 angels back to heaven

Going the way with a milestone
We flag
The curtains undone on certain days
And blinded when to see warmth
This afternoon, my love, the rush has stopped
The post guy has lost its way

It’s my darling’s birthday

With envelopes scattering in the windy day
My loves letter I posted ten days away,
Will reach him on his birthday
I kissed the envelope when i dropped it by
He would kiss it when he receives it today
Reading out, with me his birthday

The sweet silent love I feel
Is bringing a new day in my diary
A day to be held in memories of the best
A happy happy happy birthday
Celebrate it with a few good songs and a mug of beer I say


Shringi
23rd July 2008

my papa's workbook

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My papa’s workbook

My dad had a black workbook
I never saw him write on it
But saw the lovely book in our storehouse cabinet
I found it so striking; I just kept it
Asked him later if I could win it
Oh yes of course I could

Flipping the pages, I saw his work
His blue ink with soft alarms
A hint of thought after every clause
A pause ignored but in flow
He had sporadic numerals and straight lines to follow
Talks of bogies and brakes
Of carriage roofs and piston valves

Your dad’s a genius
The book just then said
I frowned and gazed at the book in alarm
The opened two sheets smiled
I thought it belied
But it widened and cheered
I calmed down
And asked for its permission to write
And hoped for silent avowal in result
After a ponderous fly
It said oh…K
But do leave a few leaves from where your daddy left


Shringi
07-01-2007

punctured leather

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Ma
…………………..MA

“what?”

There is a hole in my shoe
Right above the little finger
It could have been alright but

incidentally

my miniature got a cut yesterday
when was sitting on the swing and singing ’sway’
was it the song or my oscillating motion
which brings me down now to apply that stinking Vedic lotion

it could have been alright but

only if
the thing was shut

the leather enveloped my lovely someday
and stopped the chill of breeze from its ears
which hurts now ………………..a lot
I wonder…this might make it blot
it would turn from red to blue
Oh my
Then will it rot
…..become invisible next
And remain just as a spot

That can be just alright

if it does not pain
Does not re-originate in the grubby rain
And then the rabble will through cracks appear
Maggoty unclear
All swell and smear
Again clot, blot and then rot
To maybe finally disappear

That can be just alright but

Mom, ……………….if I could change it
"Change what, the finger or the shoe”
Hey, the finger’s mine
“So is the shoe”
Ya………. and I liked the shoe more than the finger
(But you used to call it your lovely “someday”
(unheard))
bbuuut…………………now it has a hole
only if you could change IT each time it got discerned

that is just alright

only that it pains and swoons
only that it finks and squeals
only that its gonna rot and disappear

that can be just alright

but good if I could have it fixed
or if you could get me a new pair
and the winky would no more be jinxed

only if


you know……………………….


“Stop cribbing kiddo, I will bandage”



29th march 2006

some music blasting in vacant seas

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some music blasting in vacant seas
unknown men reading me
i shy and flaunt, their gaze still
should i run? hide within

some music blasting in vacant seas
sultry maul haunting me
i decide to halt, their gaze still
i must stop? hurry him

some music blasting in vacant seas
muddy gaunt guiding me
i follow and sweep, their gaze still
blindly i move? see dim

some music blasting in vacant seas
blasting to hurdle the ripples thin
some music blasting in vacant seas
i have escaped, their gaze still

shringi
15 jan 2008

kite high

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swimming in the air
my colors spread
lax and snug
to match the longing sunset
left long, i wander, i qualm
in the free sky i be
my tail, my song
in search??
discovering
submission??
flurry
forlorn i was
apart i be
my precision they say
its a call from his tree
that i hang next
forever lonely


Shringi
31 march 2008

silhouette of the sky

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Alone in a cabin of four
I see the night out of my window
The silhouette of sky itself
Red and orange blinking in the blinding rest
Listening to the songs of an unknown artist
Leading nowhere, nowhere it seems

The white sky when will fall on the yellow sea
And break the freedom of dirty feet?

A hand tied carton and a bag queuing to be
Beyond the curtains in the silhouette of the sky
Abandoned on buildings
On statures of civic history

Do I swear black to be a part, a part of the unseen?
Does it look outside at itself just like me?
Like me enjoys a lonesome apart
A feel of forgetting
A cry to burst
A shiver staring from its mouth
A nagging tongue to bring him down
A smile so bright, so bright
to light the silhouette of the sky

At times I halt
and at all others rush and paddle
on the Taggart tracks of plain and very simple architecture

When? Again
Will the white sky fall on the yellow sea?
Dropping its spikes on colored things
Brushing away even the slightest hint of pencil leads

Revealing all of us, us from the journey
the silhouette of the sky
would actually be seen
on the outskirts of life
and encircling it rather than watching
all within
all within the silhouette of its being



The cloud will then shine in the midst
The sun erasing it from the fall
The stars will be hugged by the chirping trees
The silhouette of the sky much, much more than black and green
Much more than just the glow from beneath
More of a meeting of unmasked heads
around a well of sparkling flees

Silhouette of the sky will then be



Shringi
17 January 2007

mood of spring

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I feel like writing a bunch of poems
and smelling them all the night
...
I feel like talking about colors like pink
and mixing them all the night
...
I feel like dancing on the floor and the sheets
I feel like dancing all of tonight
with the bunch of poems, with the color pink
with my toes stretched, with my body flying
...
I feel like looking out of the window
recollecting my best of dreams
...
smelling away the poems I write, playing with the color - pink
...
Oh! I wonder what mood is this
where the smile doesnt stop, the eyes blink less
where I talk of everything thats sweet
where I feel all I felt when I was sixteen
where I breathe in the same old breeze
...
Aha!! this night should never end
where I am like the queen
...
my hands moving as though to sing
my lips reciting things like pink
...
I feel like lying under the sky
but feeling it around me like a blind bird who has no beak


Shringi 17 April 2009

Is she dead?

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That night was darker than any
She moved towards me, as she moved away
Silently she approached
Silent she went
Muffled, Fussed?
I droop.
Is she dead?
Fallen, Enthralled.
Jingling fresh
She seeks my attention
Tonight she is dead.

Shringi
30th december 2007

not always

http://www.orkut.com/Main#CommMsgs?cmm=1538&tid=2566493100437002115&kw=shringi

At times
those moments
this hour
that day
not always

I breathe that
see her sitting away
her silent posture
her lovely hair
not always do I breathe it says

the very mundane
does not happens always

shringi
15/11/2007

Follow me.

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moving with silent step holds
fading fragrance
following my red lace dress
curls moving softly away
in the moments of my escape
into the fogs
with streets aliasing my stay
follow me
I ain't leaving any other trail

into the smoke
past all golden stairs
entering musk slate woods
halting seldom
twirling on my hazy spindle
follow me...
I know you will, unless I speed away

follow the dainty blind
the silent image
follow the thought
follow me instead???

Shringi
16/11/2007

life, a ribbon?

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life, a ribbon??
tie it or relieve
it will attract
bind it or bow
it will one day fly

so, kiss
the strip?
n let it go...


Shringi
26/09/2007

that junglee blink

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I don’t know
What was there to trip?
That frequent murmur
The sudden drizzle

Into the jungle
Thousand akin barks before the sprint
I don’t know, what was there to track?
That jungle hunch
The falcon stint

Maps and loops
White forest ladies, bamboo goofs
What was in? So deep
That rosewood stature
The yellow red moves

Is a dream? A live hint
A follower’s mirage
An onlooker’s swing
Jumbled animals in jigsaw bushes
What I pray? What I fish?

Zoomed in
Plucked and plopped
Revelation ending in chirps and calls
A lovely painting on a raft of sticks
Signature thee, dated teens
Trees following water
Water chasing trees
Wish I could notice any of this

Summary of laurels
In gateway of Dennis
On the laurel’s ecstasy
My blink!

Shringi
26.03.2008

constant judgement

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Constant judgment

I know what my problem is
I feel I am useless
I know what my problem is
I hate his voice
When he laughs it pinches my ears
I know what my problem is
I don’t care
I know my problem is my open hair
Yes that’s it
That is my problem
My problem is that I can’t take it anymore
It’s to do with me, not being able to do
It’s with my incapability
It’s where my wisdom and interests clash
My problem is that I hate his voice
I want business every moment
My problem is the music I hear
The beats, the words
My problem is the world
The people it’s filled with
My problem is that I want to blame
My problem is I want to own all mistakes
My problem is that nobody is as selfish as me
His emptiness is my problem
My tears are
My hand is
My eyes are
I am my problem
My problem is his voice
He is my problem
My problem is I don’t know what I want
My problem is I know what I don’t
I know my problem is my open hair
My ugly face
My trim nails
His shaking legs
My problem is I am not fit to live with anyone else
My problem is this constant judgment
I know my problem is this constant judgment

Shringi
27 jan 2009

jumbled alas

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jumbled at last!
folded in my arms
lost in my own glance
bridged in thoughts
spoken n sunk
i am jumbled at last

seeking the lost
burrying the cropped
soleful sorrow
humbled regret
swallowed, emptied
i am jumbled at last

unfolding my norms
out of my grip i struggle fast
untying the ropes
calmly solving the puzzle
i unknowingly entangle
i am, i am jumbled at last

Shringi
23/12/07

Kite I

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Kite I

When I fly next
I have somewhere to go
I am after a certain sky
After a certain blue
Left to soar
I will fly once more
I am just waiting to be left on my own
I am eager to decorate the high

They call me lonely
I don’t know why
My thoughts are my company
When I am left to twist and turn, fall around
I sing to myself my sunny day song
I am happy
Waving my tail to nobody, waiting for no one to wave back to me
I will start before noon and come back only after the sun drowns
After all I have to kiss the moon.

Shringi
30 December 2008

Whose sock hop??

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Dance, dance
On the tune I play
Lets see how well each beat you take
You dance within, or your act you portray
In silence what new you fake
It’s a pause, the music has flown away
With it you move? Glued you stay.

Dance,
Go right,
Third beat left.
7...8… go haywire I say
Dance my fellow, dance my team
On mine, your own, his beats
Move your shoulders
Shake your knees
Sizzle, stumble, foot on the map
All when twice I clap

You hymn, you dance
You spin, you collapse
You talk, you moon walk
You feel your soul, you feel my stick
You tire, you dream
You jump, you roll
You dance, you hymn
Before you fall

Loud is the music, loud is the day
Noisy drums, phony strings
All you do is dance still
To the sock hop your body in private speaks
Why the world is listening to it?
Judging the dance you perform
Neither your music, nor your song

Shringi
06/01/2008

King Maroon's bird

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The bird was silver and white
Moving in circles on the ground
It would never fly
And ever if so
It would melt not much beyond the king’s hound

He had struck holes in her factions
To never let her go
Her arms bore the empty density
To carry on herself as a slave
Whenever she would try lighting in the blue
The thrust would rip her apart further so

Maroon would gaze
Fine-tune his green royal velvet robe
Wave his hazel striplets from under the coronet
And off throw his golden support
To bring her down
Dagger her body in the rain

Kingie got his buddies to show off the esteemed
And blocked the glitters gap with wax
Nudged her to fly high for the crowd
Mortal would enhance into her elect
And thaw the wadding down
Down, down would then fall the clown
Down back to the haply town

Maroon would belt and bow
He would rather chattily display
The bird never in a metal cage
But in those of the ulti sage
Undone manifolds in his phrase
Bygone in present
She would forever bounce on his stage


Shringi
September 19, 2006

haiku mess

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proper to perfect
yet a poem's countdown begins
a new haiku mess

Shringi
26 April 2008

how unfortunate can you be?

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How unfortunate

Rest in the arms of thy angel
Why then say the feathers itched
Kiss the ignorance of his bliss
Why then say he wasn’t there when I wished

Go beyond the skin
And disgust blood
Seem into his eyes
To see what he isnt

Unfortunate your arrival
Wonder then why god made you like this
Salvage raku from heat
Wonder then why did the earth itself not burst

How unfortunate can you be?
Not as much as me
He came to me and asked what I could see
I said people and their yellow teeth
He snickered and said
How unfortunate can you be.


Shringi
28 may 2006

I swim to thee

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The only light my jungle knows
Is one by the arrow sent from your bow

In stark black the torch alights
freedom,wisdom, flavour, delights

The whirlof colors
The slights, the blues
I collect them all sent by you
Carefully high i hold the torch
And open my eyes to folow yours

Shringi
23 Dec 2007

Cloudzzz...

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At times those sleep and at others rage
Forwarding towards some wilding gaze
Ponderous flash and drizzles away
My personal sleeps on Thursday

Chosen one that barked next to his highest tree
Counting rest as ever liberated, ever free
Always next to the yellow bark it stood
Night gowned mah hall yard
But the glimpse still glistened with the sky darn

Woke across the red of Friday’s sun
A man true in hat to cut the orchard here
Brought down the tree in thy garden owned
I smiled and looked in the sky
The cloud was gone
Then I shifted mah glare to the ground
And searched, searched for the yellow wooden hound
There was none


The sleeping cloud never in sky again
And neither any orchard stick ever glittered wild any day


Shringi
31 October, 2006

crack

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summed on the brink
fetching...
purchasing??
an arrival
jolting for the potrayal
cut on to be sent
as??
a fuse...
when on paper it crack


23 october 2007

mangoes

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To Bangalore

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The solemn moving trees
The sound of the breeze
The dried tap hissing
The fading division on the bridge
Every feather speaks

The silence of a book
The guilt of a crook
The culture of bricks
The stairs to civics
Every feather speaks

Lost in the walking sky
Followed by God’s only spy
With freedom and chains
With hype and claims
From the feeling of nothing
To the awards and drinks
Every moment claps
Every moment grins

The early morning yawn
To writing late in the dawn
From meditation to sullen exposure
People to electronics
Chocolates to sugary tonics
Every feather speaks
Every moment grins
Every nugget sparkles
Every leaf swings

Life on streets to people in policies
Every child plays the rhythm of his own dreams

Shringi
23 March 2008

Crowd Appeals

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a jumble of colors
red blue yellow and green
the yell of rythms
soft, sharp, subtle and shrill
turbans, feathers, stripes and frills
cheetahs, hats, shoes, and skins
yes crowd appeals

crowd of drops and crowd of flicks
crowd of iotas and crowd of lints
crowd of crumbs and crowd of reels
crowd of psyches and crowd of streaks
yes crowd appeals

charms the king, beguiles the queen
cons the hunter, allures the monkey
exploits her and entices him
steals the cloud and deludes the tree
Ha Ha! It bluffs you and follows me


Shringi
20/09/07

Bad at poems

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Bad at poems

I scribble my terror
the various things I would never speak
the countless tenseless errors
the destitute dancing as divas
the fairies painted black

I agree I am bad

with the flow I flow
too much on hills I drop the snow
and often skid in my valleys
following no dainty disturbance
I make boundless jumps
often stumbling, falling on the sand

I agree i am bad

Shringi
23/11/2007

Vacant Throw

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At times I think why do words have to mean
why what I feel must have a chain
why it must charm you as well
if forgotten verses also meant
why never they froze at the meanings well

what if from today I have no content
no implications, no allusions
no participation, no bend
what if now on I feature mundane

without blocks of misery and darkness within
with no tinge of power
and pablum taste
with nothing to do with colors and snow
no citations of hills or climactic blows

I dont wish to woo you hence
and itch to write my own whim of haste
want to flow with no rhythm, no pace
and land abrupt on bumps of grays

from vowels I might start or small words say
and second them with magniloquent verse
with pompous enigma and bombastic sale
and pretend an end with how they spell

my words would fly and swim
at once they will be slave to the freedom thing
to catch each other they would long and hurdle
and labor to mean a little further
ignoring me, the lost pith they on their own would smuggle
and wont need me anymore to bind them in pleasure.

shringi
18 Aug 2007
0210 hrs

what a play

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laughing in circles
ending in tears
my words pretense
my dance unreal
what a play he made me and sent
for people to laugh at and at times just giggle
what a play he made me and sent
for people to pity and at times just chuckle

oh what a play I am
characters entangled
dialogues left undelivered
yet in ninety minutes, the curtains shall fall
I end or not, the claps shall be clear


Shringi
12 september 2008

silent hew

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dark winds flowing
silent hew
with his eyes following my bare
Taggarting tracks,so rare
the only breath, his smell
the only sound, his breath
warm went the chill
view was melting
that night so happened
i feel still
dainty hurry, sunk in guilt
the sky was running, so were the hills
he kissed my hands, then my lips
that tremor failed, my sense tripped
that lovely night it so happened
i feel still


Shringi
04 April 2008

frenzy

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peculiar foxes
off in me?
hurried
fussed
just thoughts??
moist freedom
hurried justice
mosque on rythm
popular ghosts??
Ah! i see
i see??
a frenzy


Shringi
1/10/2007

FrenzyII

Howling those
Left unchained?
To be.
To be.
Cerebration again??
New shallow street.
Singing toys.
Playing blindfolded, the argent queen.
Popular ghosts??
Ah! I see
I see??
frenzy

14/01/2008

I see wisdom

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moments of collapse
before I see
my only last sight
wisdom

last snatch of air
I remember
was as fake as me
now that I dont need it
to know I never did

closing my chapter
with a smile, a tear
chanting ofcourse
in search of a pleasent sky
how wise was I??

Shringi
January 25, 2009

I see wisdom down at my knees
beggeing me to read it

I ignore
let it plead
afterall wisdom
is no news to me

what has it given?
with all
the knowledge of nothing
with all
the light, to the black sea

today wisdom seeks me
i seek nothing of it
wisdom taught me
to never treat it with any


Shringi
26 jan 2009

stale

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I am that unlucky book
left open in the pool
Not one man to read me
and thousands to look

They turn the pages
and look at the pictures
As though left there to be fluttered
To be unfolded further...
To be felt for the texture
If at all the one who left me, had read a page
Just for once he would know how much of me was fiction

So you left me alas
leaving me alone in the dirty storm
No hands to rescue
No body to firm
Yet I stand broken n ditched
My filth and me waiting to falter

Shringi
28 march 2008

the stylish bandwagon

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empty seats I and II

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I have tried to write in the language of the man potrayed in the poem

a very exited man who is not very good with words
a man of incomplete expressions
no poet

Empty Seats I

Wooooohoooo!!!
Today…………..guess what
Today is the day
The day of my dreams
The day against all incubuses
...day when I grab my ascend
...day when the chimera bends

Dressed my best
I am all set
Set to rock it
Yeah, rock the stage
There’s Polly clapping
And there they whistle with twisted hats
It’s all coming, coming in a few minutes

Guitar strings tight
And polished shoes
A few restive reflexes
And time I feel the gap between my tooth
My song I have rehearsed a gobs of times
And am moiling on some twists, for the final crime

With chock-full smile and pounding heart
With a ticking clock
Awaiting the best best shock
..............................................
This to me is life’s greatest treats
Unwrapped curtains showing way to
Beauteous red EMPTY SEATS

Shringi
22 September 2007

Empty Seats II

to the empty seats sang
my dream, my pulse
they all rang
i felt the numerous glares at me
so frilled with all the tricks n glee

to the RED, i sang my song
to them i gave a zillion smiles
to the cushion, i plead, i furried
to it i sang, i sang

every other day i would come n rock
the dazzling red empty freaks
with the same passion and zeal
to sing my new favourite song

i knew they would clap
and one day whistle
i knew they would dance
and one day sizzle

my tappy shoes would boost me thence
and prepare me for the next dance
every time i had the same frozen fries
te same fears but more highs
luck! could beat me once
luck! could beat me twice
But NO Luck! could not beat me thrice

Shringi
29 September 2007

to sonal

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thats poetry
a charming face
warm indeed
of depth and vision
of pleasing weeds
in red i see
a glowing beam
of love
of passion
gentle, gently...
moulded wisdom
humble, creamy
to me, all
to all, she
sonal, an art
sonal, its spree
sonal, a touch
sonal, poetry
truth
honesty
feelings
i say again poetry

a light so bright
a blabber, silently
somewhere she speaks
amazing reach
blindly unfolds
velvet skin
so smooth the flow
approachable glee
sonal, a drama
sonal, its queen
sonal, a twist
to the romantic she

Shringi
25 april 2008